[Comprehensive] Why do I like you

Ai Hui's promotion of Blast can be said to be extreme. It stirred up the topic and aroused everyone's curiosity, but he kept suppressing the news. No matter who called to ask, they kept silent or transferred topic.

All of a sudden, the public was full of curiosity about this rock band named blast.

Although the market is not booming at this time, the public is still very concerned about entertainment, after all, everyone has curiosity.

At this time, the Internet has begun to develop, and the neon lights that have always been good in the United States will naturally flow into some technology, and the Internet is no longer a novelty.

And when Ai came back here, he changed the page of the official website a week before Christmas.

On a black background, the bright red cursive word blast seems to be engraved on the wall, with a deep imprint at the end of the strokes. Beside the 'l', a woman is half-arched against the wall, with her head down. With a clear face, she casually placed one hand on her leg that was bent against the wall, and held a bright red rose in the other hand, and put it on the tip of her nose to sniff.

The other three were standing next to 'b'. The tallest Taishi was wearing sunglasses, and he couldn't see his face either, with one hand in his pocket and the other holding a drum stick.Nobuo held the guitar with both hands and lowered his head, showing half of his face.Shinichi, who was carrying the bass, turned his back to the camera, leaning on Nobuo, still not showing his face.

Everyone's hearts seemed to be gently scratched by a kitten's paw, itching to the extreme, but they couldn't do anything.

After finally waiting until Christmas, all fans or curious people finally noticed that Aihui’s interface has changed again. This time, I finally saw the front of the entire band, and checked the time. We will debut as a rookie band.

We don't know how many people squatted in front of the TV that night, waiting for Blast's debut.It can only be seen from the rising ratings.

Nana didn't see Blast when she appeared on the stage. Like most of the contestants, she stayed in the studio with lights on, drawing seriously on the drawing board. There was no room for her brain to think about other things. Because of the long-term non-stop painting with a brush, it is extremely sour, and the smooth hair is also greasy because it has not been washed for a long time. It is only tied into a circle at the back of the head with a rubber band, and the apron on the body is stained with various The paint, even her own face was splashed with colorful colors, but she was completely absorbed in the painting she was about to finish.

Messy hair, dirty apron, red eyes, Nai Nai is not the only one who has the whole look, almost all the contestants who stay in the studio look like this, and from time to time someone will faint because of being too tired On the not-so-clean floor of the studio, at this time, the doctors and nurses who had been on standby in the next room would immediately come over and take him away.

After finally putting the last strokes on the painting at hand, Nana only felt her temples swell and hurt, jumping and jumping, as if a grasshopper was about to jump out of her brain, and her eyelids seemed to stick together Like.

She shook her head vigorously. After packing up her painting tools, she covered the drawing board with a white cloth, fastened the four corners with thumbtacks, and locked it in her cabinet.

Nana, who was almost leaning on the wall to leave the studio, rubbed her painful temples, and secretly decided not to stay up late next time. The painting she put in just now was painted since yesterday morning. I fell asleep for less than 2 hours last night, and got up to paint again. Because I had things in my heart, I couldn't sleep without stress at all, and the result was that I painted directly until now.

Nana rubbed her aching stomach, and took out the silent phone in her pocket. There were 3 unread text messages and several missed calls on it.

The time was already displayed at 03:25. Nana covered her mouth and yawned abruptly. She opened the text message. It was from Nana and Shinichi, telling her that they would be appearing at night, and the time was around 8:30.

Nana struggled with her time, and finally chose her mobile phone to log in to the fan site created by blast fans.

Nana knew about this website, or because this website was created by Misato, Nana's fanatic fan.Currently the website is still open for applications, and Miri also said that she will work hard to make the website pass Aihui's review as soon as possible and become the official fan support station of blast.

A bunch of posts on the website were all talking about the night's performance. Netizens all praised blast's excellent first stage, and they didn't let them down.Whether it's Yan or their songs.

Seeing that most of the people's comments were full of anticipation, Nana's heart fell steadily. I don't know if it was because the picture was finished and the first official performance of blast was well received. , Nana felt as if the taut spring had suddenly loosened, her whole body breathed a sigh of relief, as if all the strength in her body had been emptied suddenly, her feet softened, her eyes were darkened, and she lost consciousness up.

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Female voice: "Hey, what is this?"

Young male voice: "I heard it's for filming."

Female voice: "Then why are you holding it?"

Juvenile voice: "Hey~ It's on here! Is it already shooting?"

Youth voice: "I just took it to see, and the pd said it was on."

Female voice: "Hey - doesn't that mean we've been recorded?"

Boy's voice: "Tai Shijun~"

Bass man: "What's wrong?"

Boy's voice: "Look here, look here, come on, Mr. Taishi, introduce yourself as the leader first."

The shaking camera finally became clear, and what appeared on the screen was a young man who looked like a gangster in a suit, tie and sunglasses.

The bald man seemed to be a little uncomfortable with the sudden sight of the camera. He clenched his right fist and coughed, before introducing himself solemnly: "Hi everyone, I am Taishi Takagi, the captain of blast, and I am the drummer in the band. , is also called the existence of father or mother..."

As soon as Tai Shi finished his sentence, a woman with short black hair suddenly jumped on his back and touched the top of his shiny head vigorously: "Ah——A Tai, the top of your head is really getting brighter and brighter. Fluorescent lamps are no longer used? I said, do you seriously shave your head every day? Otherwise, why would it be so clean!"

Tai Shi, who was bent over by the woman, danced '#' on his forehead, while carefully protecting the person on his back: "Nana...you get down for me, what if you fall? And... .That's the top of my head, can you please stop touching it!"

The shaky camera turned again, looking crookedly at a poster placed on the sofa, with several capitalized English letters written on the poster.

"Okay you guys! I will definitely ask pd to cut this paragraph!"

Then there was the sound of snowflakes on the TV, and finally, the 'v' font composed of snowflakes appeared on the screen. After post-production, it was rotated to the upper right corner of the screen, corresponding to the logo of the TV station on the left and on the right.

"Hi everyone, we are blast."

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——Papa Taishi couldn't be more funny!

——The scene where Nana touches the captain's head is really funny hahahaha!

——The simple Nobuo actually thought that PD cut this paragraph?It's so simple!

——Too simple 1!Nobuo couldn't be more stupid, Shinichi is so handsome~

—Hmph, my son is naturally the most handsome!

——The upstairs must be a mother fan!I am a sister fan!shake hands!The band that Ai Hui launched this time really suits my appetite!

——Hahahaha You are not alone upstairs!I also really like the style of this band!

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After Blast appeared in Yu for the first time, Ai Hui did not let them start receiving announcements immediately, but signed a schedule with Fuji TV for the evening prime time, and began to broadcast for two weeks a week. Nobuo Shima and Shinichi Okazaki's four intuitions starred in the real debut program "v", allowing the audience to gradually understand the real funny and bitter daily life of the band that is known as one of the most ruthless bands from the outside world. .

This unique promotional direction is particularly attractive. People gradually started to be curious about this kind of promotional model at the beginning, and then they really couldn't help but start to pay attention to the evenness itself, and constantly promote this band with people around them. Because of this special way of publicity, blast also made them the most anticipated artists among the newcomers of the same period.

Nana didn't have time to watch the weekly V, because at that time she was almost always painting seriously in the studio, she had no choice but to ask Junzi and the others to help her record the show for a whole episode, so that she would not miss it any issue.However, Junko and Jingsuke were also very busy, and in the end Zhang Si volunteered to record for her.

Although Nana thinks this seems a bit weird, it is really great that someone can help solve this kind of thing that she can't do.

"The competition time has been set. From 5:[-] p.m. to [-]:[-] p.m. this week, all contestants will have [-] hours to complete your paintings. The theme of the competition will be announced before the official start of the competition."

The staff of the competition group finally announced the time for the 15-to-10 competition after calling everyone for another meeting.

Nana sat in the middle and front, her hand holding the phone tightly.

In the past few days, she practiced in class every day, and her wrist was swollen, so she couldn't put down the pen she had been holding for a long time, just to prevent her wrist from being unable to use her strength and unable to compete during the official competition.

"For details, please wait to see the notice posted on the bulletin board. That's it, let's end the meeting." Nana slowly packed her things. Anyway, she couldn't see anything in the past, and everyone gathered around the bulletin board Looking ahead, from a distance, she could see a group of figures swaying for a long time, and she couldn't squeeze in from that posture.

"Nana-san Komatsu, here is your express." The staff stopped Nana, who was about to leave, and took out a tightly-packed mail that seemed to be the size of a book from her bag and handed it to her.Nana froze for a moment, then immediately took it after recovering and bowed to express her gratitude.The sender's name and address were not written on the mail, but her name was clearly written.Nana, who was very curious about what this was, didn't look at the bulletin board, but went straight back to her assigned dormitory.After returning to the dormitory, Nana picked up a utility knife and carefully cut out the wrapping paper.

There was a manga and a letter in the mail. Nana was pleasantly surprised when she saw the manga. Since she came here, she hadn’t read manga leisurely. Now she saw such a manga, which was obviously a new issue. , she couldn't help being happy.

She looked at the letter, there was nothing written on the envelope, she opened the letter and read it with doubts.The letter was written to her by her editor-in-chief Masamune Takano, which told her that the semi-monthly "Zhizhi" published some of her accompanying illustrations, and there were also letters of encouragement from readers who liked her comics. Just caught in the branches.He also talked about her competition, hoping that she can cheer for the competition. If she really succeeds in qualifying and finally signs with Zhiman Club, he will try her best to make her the author he is responsible for.

A bunch of words of encouragement contained threats, and words of encouragement contained in the threats eased Nana's nervousness, so she opened "Zhizhi" naturally, took out the letter written to her by the reader, and leaned on the bed to read it. up.The evening sun was just right, obliquely shining into this quiet room, slowly lingering a peaceful and leisurely atmosphere.